Return To The Womb

The delayed eleventh month, oh!

The smash came on my head - evening,

Heard I, rush out O evil quick

Or boot you out from there; enjoying,

The fire in me burns.

You check young men mine, I thirst. Friday afternoon...

Rushed something in, mother burst aloud,

Threatened I a moment, on my way out.

 

She gave me birth in the pig farm at 6 pm.

The cat arrived and mewed,

“Is this your ninth birth?” I too wished so.

My mother’s finger on me... my pain vanished - She too...

The bird breathed her last in her last egg, who will sing a lullaby for me.

The jaws of loneliness opened its gate wide before me.

 

The storm bullying me, the lightning searching me,

Men deride and taunt me, for the reason, I don’t know.

They view me an old bone in the kennel

The Gemini continued to deceive me. I fear,

Jeering urchins; the flesh, trace me often.

What is she? Who is not harlot? World is pimp.

Why didn’t ‘It’ fall out: I might not have been born. But,

For the sole reason I was known; that I know the father I have.

 

Morality? All ghoulish and evil beasties,

The deceased bury themselves,

Men preached on light sitting in the dark; wrinkled hearts...

Am I too a drop in this dark ocean trench! Where no one fears anyone.

Rise O God; if you exist... place me back in the womb,

Let me rest there forever. But oh!

 

The eclipsed life of his recedes in the distant horizon

        Who knows… he might rise from the abysmal bottom of that cavern.